Slowly slowly, water flooded the Dries Van Noten catwalk. The culprit? Melting blocks of ice, parallelpiped with big bouquets of flowers magically trapped inside, for a setting that changed with every passing second. A botanical presence which bloomed despite the cold. Frozen. Just like the song by Madonna which was reinterpreted for the soundtrack of the intense show. Gazes behind soft masks that grazed the eyes, faces covered in tulle tied behind the head. You could hear the wooden, geometrically cut heels solemnly walking down the runway. The general mood was that of contrasts. Impalpable and voluminous. Masculine and feminine. Kimono references and Victorian style shoulders. Bermuda shorts, bed jackets and cover ups. Japanese florals, oversized and striped or monotoned, pure, pale, easy on the eye.
Just then, small embroidery appeared dangling from the edge of short bolero jackets. Embroidery that elevates, becoming a soft collar, a cache of precious stones. With necklines that raise up like polo necks, for a regal touch.